


Burn a Little Brighter Tonight

by castles_and_crowns



Category: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Genre: Alcohol, And maybe angst for like 30 seconds, F/M, Fluff, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, New Years, Pining, literally this is all fluff
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-01-01
Updated: 2019-01-01
Packaged: 2019-10-02 01:03:58
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,740
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17254721
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/castles_and_crowns/pseuds/castles_and_crowns
Summary: "I’m Rey. I’ve never been to a New Year’s Eve party before, can you believe it?”“I’ve never been to one either,” he says.  “And I’m Ben, by the way.”“Great to meet you, Ben,” Rey replies, sticking out her hand.Ben and Rey only get to see each other over the holidays, particularly on New Year's Eve.  Over four years' time, they develop a close friendship and maybe even something more.





	Burn a Little Brighter Tonight

**Author's Note:**

> I just really wanted to write a New Year's Eve fic, okay?

FRESHMAN YEAR

Ben Solo’s never been to a New Year’s Eve party before, and he really doesn’t want to be at one now.  But when he came home from college for his holiday break and spent two and a half weeks holed up in his room playing video games, his mother had announced that Poe Dameron was throwing a party for New Year’s Eve and that Ben needed to get out of the house, do some socializing, and attend.

Currently, Ben is standing in the corner of the Damerons’ kitchen and playing on his phone.  He’s spoken to a few people that he went to high school with, but mostly he’s kept to himself.  Every few minutes, his eyes glance over at the clock on the microwave.  His mom said he had to stay until at least eleven, and the minute eleven comes, Ben plans on getting the hell out of here.

Just as he plays a new word on Words with Friends, he hears a girlish laugh and looks up.  In front of him is this young woman moonwalking into the kitchen.  She’s gliding right his way and before he finds the words to warn her to stop, she crashes into him. 

“Oi!” she exclaims, turning around and smiling apologetically.  “I’m sorry.” 

Ben meets her hazel eyes and… _wow._   They’re gorgeous.  Actually, everything about this girl is gorgeous, from her chestnut colored hair done up in three bizarre buns to her massive smile which helps put adorable dimples on display. 

“Um, it’s okay,” he responds, praying to God he’s not blushing. 

“I was being silly and wasn’t watching where I was going,” she explains.  “I swear I’m not drunk.  Poe just taught me to moonwalk and I was practicing.”

“It’s okay,” he says again.   _C’mon_ , he tells himself.  _You know more words than that._

“Okay, good,” she says, relieved.  “Are you a friend of Poe’s too?” 

“Sort of,” Ben replies.  “We grew up together.”

Poe Dameron had been a childhood friend of Ben’s.  They’d played together as kids, mainly because Poe’s parents and Ben’s parents were close.  As the boys got older, however, Poe became popular, and Ben did not.  They were still cordial to each other, but Ben isn’t sure he’d call Poe a friend.  

The girl nods.  “Oh, cool.  I’m Rey.  Poe brought me and our friend Finn home with him for the break.  I’ve never been to a New Year’s Eve party before, can you believe it?”

 “I’ve never been to one either,” he says.  “And I’m Ben, by the way.”

 “Great to meet you, Ben,” Rey replies, sticking out her hand.

Ben, shocked that this beautiful girl has said more than two sentences to him, just stares at her extended arm for a long moment.  Eventually his brain catches up with his body, and he takes Rey’s hand a shakes it.

“We’re about to do fireworks outside,” she tells him.  She releases his hand and Ben immediately misses the warmth of it.  “Do you want to join?”

“Uh, sure,” Ben answers.  “That sounds…fun.”

Rey crinkles her nose and chuckles.  “Honestly, I kind of hate the noise, but Poe assured me it’ll be a good time.”

Five minutes later, Ben is outside with Rey, Poe, their friend Finn, and a handful of other kids he went to high school with and actually enjoying himself.  He’s really not doing anything other than standing around and watching Rey, but watching Rey seems to be enough.

She’s luminous as she runs into the street, lights the fireworks, and then runs back to the sidewalk, laughing the entire time.  Every now and then she runs to him, wraps her arm around his, and together they watch the fireworks explode in the sky, while getting to know each other a little better.  It almost doesn’t feel real, and he’s pretty sure he’s never had as much fun as he’s having right now.  He even texts his mom to tell her he’ll be home later than eleven.

When midnight comes, he’s standing right beside Rey who, without pretense or warning, pulls him in for hug.  Ben’s not a hugger, but he’s definitely willing to make an exception for Rey.  And when he pulls back, he sees her cheeks are ever so slightly flushed.  Maybe it’s from the cold…but maybe it’s not.

“Where do you go school?” she asks.

“Chandrila University,” he tells her.  

She frowns a little.  “That’s at least six hours away from Yavin College.”

Ben nods because he already knows this, although it’s actually even farther away.  Earlier when Rey had been lighting fireworks, Ben had stealthily taken out his phone and looked up how long a drive it was from Chandrila to Yavin.  He had been very disappointed to learn that the drive was about seven and a half hours away.

“Would you be cool with maybe exchanging numbers?” 

Ben’s eyes widen in surprise, and now he’s certain  _he’s_  the one blushing.

“Sure,” he replies, his lips curling up into a smile.

 

SOPHOMORE YEAR

Unlike last year, Ben is ecstatic for Poe’s New Year’s Eve party.  The sole reason for this, of course, is Rey.

He hasn’t seen her since last year, but they’ve remained in touch over the past year.  They text frequently and occasionally even talk on the phone.  They don’t talk every day or even every week, but they’ve talked enough over the past year that Ben considers her a friend—maybe even his best friend.

They know way more about each other than perhaps two people who’ve only met in person once should. He tells Rey about the time he’d almost gotten arrested at sixteen after he’d beaten one of his classmates to a pulp after the kid wouldn’t stop bullying him about his ears, or about the way he dressed, or about his notoriously absent father, famed racecar driver Han Solo. Rey shares with him why she and Finn go to Poe’s for the holidays. They both come from the foster system and don’t really have families of their own.

Needless to say, they’ve grown exceptionally close.

His last text from her had been two days before Christmas.  She said she wasn’t staying with Poe for the entire holiday; instead, she and a few others from their college were driving in for the New Year’s Party.  

Ben spends all day feeling incredibly antsy, wandering aimlessly around his house.  His mom asks him three different times if everything’s okay, and all he can do is nod and try to control his pacing for at least a little while.

By the time Ben finally gets to Poe’s party that night, he’s practically _buzzing_ with excitement.  

As he enters the Dameron house, Ben immediately begins scanning for Rey.  He hears her before he sees her, her bubbly laugh coming from the living room.  It’s all he can do not to sprint through the foyer and in the direction of her voice.  

But he’s not at all expecting what he sees when he finally sees her.

Rey, looking stunning in a sparkly dark blue dress, is sitting on the lap of a redheaded man that Ben doesn’t recognize and is certain wasn’t at the party last year.

Immediately, his heart drops into his stomach, and he wants to run away.  But before he can do that, Rey catches his eye and her face lights up like the Christmas tree that is still decorating the room.

“Ben!” she exclaims, hopping off the redhead’s lap and running towards Ben.  She pulls him into a tight hug, and Ben, now more confused than ever, reluctantly hugs her back.

“It’s so good to see you,” she says, as they pull apart.  And then, “Have you somehow gotten taller?”

“Uh, nope.  Still measuring in at 6’3.”

She looks up at him, hands on her hips and shaking her head.  “Gosh, I forgot how tall you are.  I can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“Me neither,” he says.  He’s just starting to relax, just starting to think that maybe that guy whose lap she was sitting on earlier is just a friend, when she takes Ben’s arm and brings him over to that very guy.

“I want you to meet my boyfriend.”

And just like that, all of Ben’s excitement, all of his hope vanishes.

“Ben, this is Armie.  Armie, this is my friend Ben.”

The redhead stands from the couch and sticks his hand out for Ben to shake.

“Armitage Hux,” he says, with just a trace of haughtiness in his voice.  It’s almost imperceptible, but Ben has spent enough of his life around snobs to know when he’s talking to one.

“Ben Solo,” Ben replies, taking the man’s hand and shaking it firmly.

Ben spends the rest of the night feeling like the third-wheel with Rey and her boyfriend.  For Rey’s part, she tries to be inclusive, but it’s clearly hard for her to split her time between her boyfriend and the friend that she hasn’t seen in a year.

  Unlike last year, when Ben had left his house, he’d told his mom that he probably wouldn’t be back until well past midnight, but now he’s planning on going home long before then.  Ben has absolutely no intention of sticking around until midnight and watching Rey ring in the New Year by kissing her boyfriend.

At eleven o’clock, Ben finally decides to call it quits.  

“Hey,” Ben says to Rey, pulling her attention away from where Armie and Poe are lighting fireworks in the street.  “I think I’m going to head out.”

Rey’s bright smile, which has been plastered on her face all night, wanes.  “Already?  It’s not even midnight.”

Ben awkwardly stuffs his hands in his coat pockets and nods.  “Yeah, I’m really tired.”

“Oh.  Okay.”

“Sorry,” Ben says.  Somehow her disappointment at him leaving doesn’t flatter him; it only makes him more miserable.

Rey shakes her head.  “No, no.  If you’re tired, you should definitely go home.  It was really nice seeing you though.”

“Same,” he says, as he begins to dig his keys out of his pocket.

“Hey, um…” she begins, “I hope it wasn’t… _weird_  with Armie here.  We only just started dating about a month ago, and I know last year you and I hung out for most of the night—”

“No, it’s totally fine,” Ben interrupts, even though it’s totally not fine, and he’s completely heartbroken.  “He seems like a cool dude.”

A peculiar expression, not quite a smile but not quite a frown either, crosses Rey’s face.  “Yeah, he is.”

There’s a beat of awkward silence between them that mercifully doesn’t last long thanks to the frighteningly loud  _pop_  of fireworks.

“Anyway, I should be heading out.”

“Yeah.  I’ll see you next year, though, right?”

“Probably.”

“Good.  Take care, Ben.”

“You too, Rey,” he says, offering her a small smile.

It’s only when he gets home that he realizes they never got to hug goodbye.

 

JUNIOR YEAR

After last year’s party, Ben and Rey had lost touch for a while.  It had been surprisingly hard on Ben, who had genuinely felt like Rey had been the first real friend he’d ever had.  But then one day in May, she’d called him out of the blue, apologizing for not keeping in better touch and explaining that she and Armie had broken up.  And just like that, he and Rey had picked up right where they’d left off.

Then for this winter holiday, Rey had decided to spend the entirety of her break with Poe.  She didn’t say it out loud, but Ben had thought—had  _hoped_ —that he had at least a little bit of influence on that decision.  So over the past two weeks, Ben and Rey had spent more days than not together.  Occasionally, Poe and Finn would join them, but most of the time, it wound up being just the two of them.

And now after having spent so much time together, Ben is ready to make a move.  He’s going to tell Rey how he feels and he’s going tell her tonight.

Ben leans back against the kitchen counter next to Rey, as she pours herself her third drink of the night.  

“That’s a lot of vodka,” he comments, as he watches her combine the clear liquor with cranberry juice.

Rey, as endearing as always, rolls her eyes.  “You think I can’t hold my liquor?”

“Well, you are  _tiny_.”

She turns to face him, looking totally affronted.  “I am not!”

He only chuckles in response, which then makes Rey giggle.  She’s told him on multiple occasions how much she likes when he laughs.

“I know when you laugh that it’s sincere because you don’t do it that often,” she had told him last week, as they had walked around the mall doing last minute Christmas shopping.

“You make me sound like some miserable guy.  I’m really not,” he had replied.

She had laughed and said, “No, I know. You just… _save_  your laughs for the very best moments.”

The smile on her face when she said it had sent Ben’s heart soaring.

 Rey finishes pouring her drink, and Ben’s about to ask her if they can go somewhere private and talk, when Poe comes up to them, acoustic guitar in hand, and tells them that they are going to  _kumbaya_ around the fire pit that Poe and Finn had set up earlier.  Rey claps her hands in delight and then heads to Poe’s backyard where the rest of the group is. Trying to hide his disappoint, Ben follows behind.

Once they’re all settled around the fire, Poe begins taking requests for songs and starts playing.  Most of the people, including Rey, sing along, but Ben does not.  He’s too preoccupied with figuring how he’s going to get Rey away from everyone else for a little while.

In the middle of Poe’s surprisingly competent rendition of _Wonderwall_ , Rey turns in her chair to face Ben and gives him a soft smile while still singing along.  Her smile gives him the courage to stop trying to find the perfect moment and just  _go for it._  He returns her smile and then leans forward to whisper in ear.

“After this song, can we go somewhere and talk?”

Rey nods, still smiling, though her eyes now shine with curiosity as well.

When the song ends, Ben’s about to get up from his chair when Poe says, “Okay, Rey, your turn to pick a song.”

“Oh, um…” she starts, turning back to Ben.

Trying not to deflate too much, Ben responds with something between a nod and a shrug.

Rey turns back to Poe and says, “Okay…how about  _I’m Yours_  by Jason Mraz?”

“You got it!” Poe exclaims, before he starts strumming away again.

But then this one song becomes four, and it’s clear to Ben that Rey has forgotten about his request.  It’s also clear that her third drink of the night has kicked in because her singing voice gets louder and more off-key. 

Finally, Poe retires the guitar so that they can start lighting the fireworks.  Ben’s helping Poe and Finn put out the fire when Rey speaks up in a surprisingly quiet voice.

“Uh, Poe, can I use your bathroom upstairs?”

“Sure,” he responds, clearly not thinking anything of it.

But Ben sees the way Rey silently nods and then all but runs inside.

 _She’s going to be sick_ , Ben suspects.

“Hey, you guys got it from here?” Ben asks, eyes still on the backdoor that Rey just ran through.

“Yeah,” Finn replies.

Ben immediately stops what he’s doing and rushes inside and up the stairs.

Unfortunately, his suspicion is correct and he finds Rey on the ground in the bathroom, retching.

“Shit,” he mutters, as he quickly kneels beside her and pulls back her hair for her.

“I—feel—awful,” she coughs out.

He adjusts his hands so that he’s holding her hair in one hand and the other hand goes on her back to rub soothing circles.

“I know. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

She spits up a bit more before finally leaning back against him, clearly exhausted.

“I guess I can’t hold my liquor after all,” she huffs.

“You did your best,” he tells her, trying to inject the slightest bit of humor into an unfortunate situation.

She rests against him in silence for a few moments, just breathing. Ben’s so focused on making sure she’s okay that he can’t fully appreciate that she is literally _in his arms_ right now.

After a minute, he says, “Can I get you some water or something?”

Rey sighs. “That would be great. I think there’s a cup in the cabinet up there.”

Ben nods and positions her so that she’s now resting against the bathroom wall, decorated with horrific floral wallpaper. He then gets up, finds the plastic cup in the bathroom medicine cabinet, and fills it with water. As he goes to bring it back to her, he sees that her eyes are already closed.

Sitting down beside her, he carefully nudges her. Rey opens one eye, sees the water, and accepts it with a mumbled _thanks_.

He watches her vigilantly as she gulps down the water. When she’s done, she sets the cup down and then leans her head against his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

“I hope I didn’t ruin your night.”

Ben takes a chance and puts an arm around her and says, “You didn’t.”

She burrows more into his side and falls asleep soon after.

Ben, however, does not fall asleep for a long time.

 

SENIOR YEAR

It’s not that Ben is dreading the New Year’s Eve party tonight. It’s more that he doesn’t know what to expect.

He’s not exactly sure what to do now that he and Rey have kissed.

_Hell, he’s not even sure if she remembers…_

A few days ago, Ben, Rey, Poe, and Finn had gone out to a local club. Ben wasn’t much of a dancer, but he had been having a good enough time, mainly because of Rey. She definitely danced enough for the both of them, twirling around and swaying with her arms half in the air.

Because it was a club mainly for young people, the drinks were extremely watered down, causing Ben and Rey to make frequent stops at the bar. It got to a point where they had lost count of how many drinks they’d each gotten.

Ben had teased Rey, saying that he wasn’t going to hold her hair back this time if she threw up. Rey had lightly punched him on the arm in response and bragged that she had been building up her tolerance over the past year.

As they continued to drink and dance, the joking around continued though the comments gradually moved from teasing to subtly flirtatious.

“C’mon, Ben, you can move better than that,” she said with a smirk, before grabbing his hands and putting them on her hips.

He had blushed, of course, but allowed her to lead him in swaying with the music, while working hard to not squeeze his hands too tight on her hips or pull her too close.

“There you go,” she praised.

And when the song ended, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bar. “Let’s get another drink.”

“If you keep this up, I’m going to have to carry you out of here,” he told her, as he allowed himself to be tugged along.

She had turned around and flashed him a positively devilish look.

“Maybe I’d like that,” she replied.

And before his brain could tell his mouth otherwise, Ben replied, “Maybe, _I’d_ like that.”

Rey had flushed at that comment—or maybe it was just the heat of the club combined with the alcohol. Maybe all of this was just the alcohol. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all.

But then, instead of stopping at the bar, Rey had continued on into the small hallway that led to the bathrooms, tugging Ben the whole way.

She finally stopped, though her hand, now sweaty, was still in his.

“Rey?” he asked, his mind trying to catch up with what was happening.

What _was_ happening?

And then, they were kissing.

Looking back Ben isn’t sure who started it, nor does he remember how long it lasted. All he knows is that it stopped when Finn had come looking for them, announcing that they were heading out.

And they haven’t talked since that night.

When he arrives for the party, Ben knocks on Poe’s door. To his surprise, it’s Rey that answers.

“Oh, hey.” Her voice is suspiciously neutral, and it’s all the evidence that Ben needs to confirm for him that Rey definitely remembers their kiss.

“Hey,” he replies, stepping inside.

They stand in the foyer awkwardly for a moment before Rey tells him that everyone else is outside.

“Great. I’m going to get a drink first,” he says, looking down at her empty hands. “You gonna drink something?”

Rey blushes and her eyes dart away from his. “Nah, I don’t think I’m going to drink for awhile.”

Ben nods. He should be making his way to the kitchen where the drinks and mixers are, but instead, he continues to stand in the foyer with Rey. There’s a palpable tension between them that seems to keep him in place.

Rey finally takes a deep breath and says, “Ben, about the other night…”

Ben swallows. “Yeah?”

“It was a mistake. I’m sorry. We were drunk, and I…lost myself for a minute. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that.”

“Oh.”

Rey winces. “Yeah, so, um…sorry.”

Ben clears his throat and attempts to smile casually. “Don’t worry about it.”

She seems to let out a breath she’s holding and then finally returns his smile. “Okay good.”

***

As best he can, Ben avoids Rey without _looking_ like he’s avoiding her. He doesn’t stand or sit by her like he normally would, and he never has any direct conversations with her. If she notices anything’s off, she doesn’t let on.

He doesn’t want to stay until midnight. He really, _really_ doesn’t want to stay until midnight. Now that he’s kissed Rey, Ben’s certain he can’t handle the idea of being by her at midnight and _not_ getting to kiss her. But he knows leaving early would raise suspicion and bring on questions that he absolutely doesn’t want to answer.

At around twenty to midnight, Ben goes in the kitchen to make a drink. He’s not drunk, not even close, but he thinks he might need to be a little tipsy to handle midnight now.

As he unscrews the top off of a bottle of gin, Finn enters the kitchen to make his own drink. Ben glances up, offers the man a small, tight smile, and continues working on his drink.

“I saw you two the other night,” Finn tells him.

Ben was pretty sure Finn had, but he thought there was a small chance they’d managed to pull away in time.

Ben nods awkwardly but doesn’t respond.

“I know she really doesn’t want things to be weird between you two,” Finn continues. “She was so embarrassed about the whole thing.”

“I really wish she didn’t feel _embarrassed_ ,” he mutters, wishing this conversation would end. Ben likes Finn, but right now the man is twisting the dagger in Ben’s heart even deeper.

“What do you mean?” Finn asks, pausing his own drink making to look at Ben.

Maybe it’s because Ben’s just so bummed _,_ so _despondent_ over the whole situation that he decides to be honest.

“I mean that I like her,” he says in a quiet voice. “So I really wish she wasn’t _embarrassed_ over the idea of kissing me.”

Finn, who had just taken a sip from his red solo cup, chokes on his drink.

“Wait—you like her?”

Ben shrugs miserably.

Finn puts his drink on the counter and takes a step toward Ben. In a whisper, he says, “Ben, Rey doesn’t know that.”

“Obviously,” Ben answers, annoyed.

“No,” Finn says, shaking his head and taking another step closer to Ben. His voice is still a whisper. “No, that’s not what I mean. If she knew—Ben, you need to tell her.”

“That sounds like a terrible idea.”

“It’s not. Tell her, Ben. Tell Rey.”

And with that, Finn picks his drink back up and exits the kitchen.

Perplexed by Finn’s words, Ben just stands in the kitchen for a few minutes, processing what just happened, and if he should listen to Finn’s advice. Tonight already sucks, and frankly, Ben’s not sure he can take any more heartache. Finn was so insistent Ben tells her though…maybe there’s something to that.

_Maybe._

He leaves his drink on the counter and slowly heads to the front yard, where everyone has started to gather.

Once outside, he finds Rey in the street with Poe, setting off the first of the fireworks. He has flashbacks to three years ago when he had watched Rey do this for the first time. She’d been radiant, he remembers, running back and forth with a massive smile painted on her face. She’d grab onto his arm and together they’d watch the colorful explosions in the sky.

It’s a stark contrast to now.

Tonight, Rey jogs back to the sidewalk, no gleaming smile displayed on her face. She stands close to Ben but not close enough that she could reach out and wrap her arm around his like before.

Ben looks at his watch. It’s two minutes until midnight.

Taking a deep breath, he turns to her and says, “It wasn’t a mistake for me.”

Looking confused, Rey turns to him and replies, “What?”

“Kissing you the other night. It wasn’t a mistake for me. I don’t regret it.”

She’s silent for a moment and her face is unreadable. Then, “You don’t?”

“Not at all.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

They just stare at each other. He still can read the expression on Rey’s face, and he’s desperately waiting for her to say something, something other than _oh._

Poe’s voice breaks them both away from their staring as he shouts, “Rey, it’s almost time. Want to come light the big ones?”

“No, I’m good,” she tells him, before turning her attention back to Ben. “You don’t regret us kissing.”

Ben shakes his head. “I don’t. I’ve wanted to pretty much since the moment I met you.”

Rey bites her lip, and Ben risks taking a step closer to her.

“I like you, Rey. Like, _a lot_. And I have for a long time.”

Rey’s eyes soften as she whispers, “I like you too.”

She takes a step toward him, presumably to close the distance between them.

“Ten seconds!” Finn shouts from the street.

Ben grabs her by the shoulders, holding her from coming any closer. For a moment, her eyes go wide in confusion, but then she catches on and that smile he fell for three year ago shines on her face.

Together, they count down the remaining moments of the year, and then exactly at midnight, Ben pulls Rey into him and then _finally_ their lips collide.

He kisses her slowly, savoring the moment he’s waited so long for. And though she trembles a little in his arms—Ben wants so much to believe it’s because of him and not just the cold weather—she’s an enthusiastic participant, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Eventually, he coaxes her lips open, and to his absolute delight, she gasps into his mouth.

They go on like that for who knows how long, lost in each other’s embrace, until they hear a clapping sound approach them. Reluctantly, they pull away from one another to see Finn and Poe approaching them. Both men are clapping, and as Ben looks around, he notices that others who have been party regulars throughout the years are staring and smiling at them as well.

Ben looks down at Rey, who is both blushing and grinning widely.

“Finally, you two!” Poe exclaims. “It took you long enough.”

Ben and Rey both laugh, and Ben, still buzzing from moments before, bends down and places a peck on her lips.

“Happy New Year, Rey,” he whispers across her lips.

“Happy New Year, Ben,” she replies, before pressing her lips to his once more.

**Author's Note:**

> I don't think this fic will ever be exactly what I wanted it to be, but it got close enough. If you've read my other fics, you know that my motto is that if I waited until I was 100% happy with what I wrote, I'd never post anything. I also wanted to get this out for the New Year.
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> I hope you enjoyed it!
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